Page 46 of Ravenous

To say Remy had been spoiled was an understatement.

To say I didn’t care because Mom was loving every moment of it was also an understatement.

Mom smiled.

Mom laughed.

Mom cuddled.

Mom was the mom I remembered from when I was little.

Did I think she was cured of her depression? Hell, no.

But it was a good day, and hopefully, she and Remy could spend time together again.

When Wes picked us up, he had to carry Remy to the car because she was sound asleep. She didn’t wake when he tucked her in bed when we got home either.

“What’s the matter?” I asked after he closed her bedroom door. I knew the silence in the car wasn’t because he didn’t want to wake his daughter. If she slept through a storm and a tree falling through my house, she could sleep through our voices.

No, something was wrong. I was used to his grumpy nature, but he radiated anger and frustration. I wrapped my arms around him.

“Tell me,” I said against his shirt.

“Soraya came back.”

I pulled back, looked up at him.

“What happened?”

“She said she wants Remy. I told her to get lost.”

“Did she say why?”

He ground his molars together and shook his head.

I took his hands. “What are we going to do?”

I knew nothing about child custody laws, but I knew how good of a father he was. If Soraya abandoned her own daughter right after birth, then there had to be some precedent that Wes would keep custody. Still, it was scary, and Remy wasn’t even my child.

I was invested in this. I ached for Wes and felt fierce for Remy because that woman didn’t have a motherly bone in her body.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “I like the way you said ‘we.’”

I climbed into his lap, cupped his face. “You helped me, now I’m helping you.”

Somehow.

“We have to wait to see what happens next. Respond accordingly.”

That was a horribly vague answer, but really, there wasn’t much to do until we had something to react and respond to.

Until then, we had to wait. I had to soothe Wes, somehow. Words might work a little, but I knew what would calm him because when I’d been frazzled from the tree falling through my house, he knew what would calm me.

I kissed him. Fiercely.

He kissed me back, taking over. Yes, he needed this. I’d give it to him.

I rolled my hips against him, and my pussy lined up perfectly with the rough denim of his jeans.

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